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Talking In My Sleep

I just want to infiltrate your intuition,

I want to let you live in the dreams I’m having.

Being mortal never suited me,

but I do it for you,

because you make it less exhausting.

I’ve been talking in my sleep,

but you’re not here to hear me,

blushing subconsciously as I sing you love songs and lullabies.

We meet in the moonlight,

midnight,

morning is no friend of mine.

I am yours for minutes,

moments in my own mind,

when I can be free.

Dawn is dangerous for girls like me,

sun rising,

signalling the end of my escape,

locking me back in a cage,

lonely and looking over the horizon,

for the sky,

that mimics the colour of your eyes.

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